A Blessed Child

When you miss a child, Of your very own, That is your flesh and blood, You begin to wonder, Where did you go wrong, In your own life, Instead of looking, At the beautiful life, You created, This you must remember, So many of the difficult times, Cause of the times you did share together, For your children will remember more, Than you really want to give them credit for, And they will always remember you, As their loving parent, For loving them so much, More than you will ever know, And you will never forget them, Just as you hope, You will never be forgotten, From their lives, Forever more, As well.